The moon of
That the percentage went down
Of little eyes that posed in her
The clouds that favor you sink
Float in the firmament in solitude
I will try to sew the wound
From disappointment in soup
From boiling letters, before
Who wants to jump orbit
Then seek to be a true something
It is the lake transplanted where
We have always fished
He has not left because he chokes
Among the leftovers of illusions to give
Luna that promotes magic in living
Already take me by cloud
He noticed the rain that people
He complained about getting wet on the street
Cry nothing but tears
Laugh the clouds that do not please
I will try to dry the crying that
He already swallowed, the screams that nobody has
Heard, after it evaporates
This song, before
Want from heaven to change
I speak of that shooting of
Premature diamonds
Whose aroma recycles us
The nostalgia of the road to take
Rain that promotes magic in living
Already take me by cloud
Only among all we can make this a better place :)